This here track be touchin' on the hustle. It's that vibe when you're stayin' focused and barely quitting. You flow through the obstacles, knowin' that you want to keep trundlin' forward. It's a soundtrack for those who rarely stop.
Gems on My Wrist
They catch the sun, reflectin' back a thousand dreams. Every flick of my hand, they tell a story. This ain't just bling, it's a sign of all the work I put in. These diamonds are testimony that I made it, and they remind me to always stayfocused.
Street Code
Straight up, knowing/understanding/picking up street code is like having/being equipped with/owning a secret weapon out here. It's the unspoken language/rules/protocol that keeps things/makes things run/regulates smooth in Trapstar the hood/streets/concrete jungle. You gotta show respect/pay your dues/be on your best behavior or else things can get messy/ugly/turned around fast. It's all about reading between the lines/knowing what's up/getting the vibe.
- Friendship is key, always got your back/looking out for each other/riding with your crew
- Courtesy goes a long way, show some love/keep it real/treat others how you wanna be treated
- Staying authentic is everything.
None Left Behind
He gazed at the crumpled note, her copyright burning into his soul. It was over. They'd left without a trace. There was no goodbye. Just this cold, hard reality that their flame had been extinguished.
He was acutely aware of the ache in his chest, a heavy weight about to him from within. Anger? Maybe. Sadness? Sure. But mostly, there was a chilling emptiness where her warmth used to be.
No remorse lingered in his mind. He'd done all he could. It wasn't enough. This wasn't a heartbreak that deserved tears. He would rise above it, dust himself off, and carry the torch.
No love lost.
Stuck In This Prison
Life in confinement can be unforgiving. The steel that divide us from the outside world can feel like unyielding shackles. It's easy to lose hope. Every day feels like a test of will against the system that surrounds us. Yet, even in this desperate situation, there is always the possibility of change to hold onto.
Ridin' High
This ain't just about the sweet ride, man. It's about that sense when you're on top of the world, {rockin'|throwin' it in gear, and the wind is whistlin' through your strands. You're experiencin' life in the fast lane, friend. It's a journey like no other.
- Ride like the wind
- Every mile is an adventure
- {Stay steady and enjoy the journey|